Waters have receded
The mighty hand worked all night
Energised by the breath of his nostrils
We march in confidence
Like walls they stood
Strengthened by unseen nerves
Knitted by unseen threads.
Though roaring yet calmly settled
We march in trust
Waters solidified as he stepped on it
Yet seen by the naked eyes as liquid
Marching confidently,
He also approached in the same vein
Confidently until his gaze swayed from him.
It works by confidence,
More than confidence, trust.
Yet more than trust, faith.
Even in the worst of circumstances
When I set my gaze on him
Miracles are commanded.
@ohteehem 26/11/12
